" You would think after last weeks little incident you would have learnt to behave, girl!" snapped Lucius and she glared at him.
" Sod off." she muttered, watching Tom as he paced.
" Damnit!" he cursed, the fire blazing around his gaunt figure. Their last attempt at raiding the ministry had failed horrible, and he couldn't blame Hermione for it, as she hadn't known or gone on it.
" Obviously someone is bloody fucking brilliant at Arithmacy. . . or it was leaked." said Macnair, emphasizing the last note a bit to harshly for Tom's liking.
" Did you think I hadn't thought of that?" snapped Tom, causing Macnair to jump in response. Tom sat at his desk, massaging his scalp, obvious pain and discontentment in his eyes.
"I still don't understand why the hell she has to be here- just a fucking girl-" hissed Macnair cut off by Tom's snarl.
" Because I want her to be!" roared Tom, Macnair dropping to his knees in pain as Tom cast a Cruciatus towards him. Twiddling his wand in his fingers, he managed to spit out a hiss between his teeth,
" Here. Now." he ordered and she strode towards him, jaw set and lips pursed. He looked at her for a long few minutes, listening to McNair's struggling gasps.
" Tom," she said in a whisper," Calm down. I'll go find a migraine potion and then maybe you can think rationally." He didn't answer her, but she took it as an ok and as she was walking out the door she could hear Macnair gasping again for much needed breath.
" You bitch. . ," he said quietly, and Hermione turned. She almost felt Macnair and her standing there, as the room slowly filled with a blank expanse of pure hatred , " you MUDBLOOD," he said louder, rising to his knees, " you FILTHY WHORE!" he yelled, hissing the words. She didn't know what to say.
" How dare you." she said, feeling her cheeks tighten as tears loomed in the near future.
" Really, think so. . ."
" We know you're doing Lucius. . .everyone does, and you're probably doing Tom too. . ."
" Who's next. . .Draco? Avery? Mulciber. . ."
" What loyalty, Gryffindor,"
" Ask me how I dare say something." he hissed, making her feel each sting of every syllable ripping and shredding at her already hurt pride and her tearing eyes. She could feel burning welling up in her that she had never felt before.
" And what does Harry think of all this? His little Hermione, shagging Lucius?"
" Shut up!" she whispered.
"His little Hermione fooling around with the Dark Lord?"
" I told you, to SHUT UP!"
" His Hermione, slut and mistress to our own Lord Voldemort? How proud he must be, and Dumbledore. . .oh Dumbledore must love it also!"
" SHUT UP YOU ASSHOLE!" she screeched. She could see his lips moving in response, but his voice had already faded out into the void. All that she could think was to obey the horrible shrill that was filling every crevice in her mind. She saw Macnair look down at his chest, a horribly frightened look on his face, blood staining his shirt and his face turning pale. Her eyes widened as she stood; grasping for the door. Everything was blurry she could hardly see where she was going. She had just delivered a fatal blow to Macnair, killing him. Just maybe.
She finally took a step, the shrill sound slowly seizing; and she ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was going, all she could feel was cold wind hitting her face and so she apparated. . .she didn't know where to, but all she had wanted was to leave as quickly as possible.
She felt her feet finally hit solid ground. And she looked around. . .trying to figure out where she was, everything was so foggy, so. . .distant. She gasped, suddenly realizing.
' Draco.' she thought as she pounded on the door.
" Coming," growled someone from behind, " this better be bloody important!" He opened the door, his anger softening to worry as he saw her.
" Draco. . .I. . .I think I killed Macnair." she muttered, feeling everything swim again.